Post by lauren on Jun 7, 2008 16:18:51 GMT -5
WELCOME TO MANHATTAN.
storybooks are full of fairytales of
kings and queens and the bluest of skies
but my heart is torn just in knowing you'll someday see the truth from lies.
Allow me to welcome you to the one place on Earth where anything goes. When I say anything, I truly mean anything. New York’s Upper East Side of Manhattan plays home to the richest and most elite of the gene pool winners. There are only a few rules to abide by, and those are as easy as could be. First off, as I’m speaking to more teenagers than adults as I write this, you keep the family name intact. You can get drunk off your pretty little ass seven days a week, plus some, so long as you don’t manage to get your drunken mug plastered all over page seven of the Times. Secondly, you’re to fraternize with those surrounding you. It doesn’t matter if you can’t stand the sight of the person, if they’re equally as wealthy as you, though probably below, you’re to befriend them. I’m sure you can manage those, but there are a few more things you should know before we get into this thing too deep and have you lost like a stoner at a fashion show. When you grow up in the sort of life that kids around Manhattan grow up in, you know the rights and wrongs of our society. For one, you always dress to impress. You never know who you might run into on a hazy summer night. It’s not hard to follow the basic rules of our way of life, and hopefully for you, you can keep up.
St. Billard’s school for boys and girls is the breeding ground of jealousy, rumors and catfights. What happens outside of school never stays untouchable for long, and anything to do with someone else’s latest boy toy or friend with a certain plus is completely off limits. It’s easy to overstep your boundaries and one wrong move can leave you alienated for all four years of your high school career. A word to the wise; watch your back. Amiss all the things you have to worry about; getting into a good college, keeping up with the party circuit and making sure you make face at every important fashion show or gala, you also have to worry about looking good twenty four seven, three sixty five. If not, you never know whose watching.
The one thing that seems to reign supreme at St. Billard's though, is Lacrosse. If you don’t play it, you live, eat and breathe Lacrosse. Although the girls seem to be hung up on catfights and drama, the boys are more interested in who boned who and who’s brought the best shit to school; meaning drugs, as that is one thing that you can find coming out of the woodwork at St. Billard's. At the end of the day though, it doesn’t really matter where you come from or which crowd you hung out with. The city nights are free to become our playground. The teenagers of Manhattan’s elitist are free to do as they place, so long as they do it in a place completely safe place without the presence of digital cameras or camcorders, of course. At the end of the night, though, something scandalous has probably already begun to make face. With drama, lies, catfights, plus hook ups and break ups, it’s bound to get hotter than a New York summer. I’d tell you to hang on tight, but what’s the fun in that?